The funny thing being that the Manila site below wasn't designed by him, but is actually the default design for Manila sites. Ha, ha, oh boy, am I ever a fucking moron!

The dude does have nice content though, check him out anyway, just pay no attention to me, the moron, any more. Haha, boy am I stupid.

@ 2:53:23 AM By Brad R

Dar William's just recently released an album called "The Green World." I find that wrong, because, considering the fact that the planet is composed mostly of water, wouldn't we be The Blue World? (Interesting side note, in the PSX/Saturn game(s) Lunar, everyone refers to Earth as The Blue Star, if memory serves me well, hmm).

@ 3:52:28 AM By Brad R

Did I ever tell you that story about how Oni kicks ass? I mean, besides having some seriously splendid character models and animations, the level design sucking, the level goals and objectives being completely lame and repetitive, and the story kicking major ass... What more could you ask for in a game?

The story, to me, despite being a Ghost in the Shell knock off, makes up for all the game's shortcomings. Moo!

@ 8:57:21 AM By Brad R

Stanley Berry made it rain frogs.

I'll make it rain fire.

@ 10:47:03 PM By Brad R

Friday, January 26, 2001

Dreamweaver 4 doesn't seem to suck as badly as Dreamweaver 3. But, I suppose we'll see. I do like the fact that they give you the option to text-edit code directly, which is what I use Homesite for. The whole WYSIWYG interface is just lame.

I'd say something brash like: Real designers handcode. And a lot of people would agree with me, but a lot of talented artists use Dreamweaver because they cant stand code, so I don't want to insult everyone. But those of you who use Dreamweaver, and suck, you know who you are.

@ 2:44:18 AM By Brad R

You came to rape me of my intellect / I give you pieces off my pride / Lay down naked and play with you / Posing quietly looks a lot like me | Your fucking pistol's not so dangerous / stick it any place you please / Rip me open cause you're dead inside / What you thought you'd it looks a lot like me | And you believe / That I'll believe / In all she said one little trick she said / But it was lost on me Machine punch through / All she said one little word she said / But it was lost on me machine punch through / Punch through

@ 2:50:18 AM By Brad R

The randomness of living is demonstrated through a single earthquake.

@ 8:03:54 AM By Brad R

I find it equally funny, and harsh, that some thirteen year old just got life in prison. I find it funny, because the mind can't comprehend how long life in prison will be for a thirteen year old black kid. I find it harsh, because, hell, who wouldn't? But, it's mostly funny.

That's what you get for mimicing such a stupid 'sport' as Professional Wrestling. I wish this happened to some of the stupid kids at my old school, except for some poor thirteen year old black kid who probably actually didn't understand he was beating the living hell out of that little girl. Oh, well.

@ 8:08:37 AM By Brad R

Who really wants to solve their problems? Movies all begin with a conflict, and end with a resolution. Be it a kiss, an explosion, a hero saving the hostages, or perhaps a slash in each damned wrist. But, really, who wants a resolution to conflicts? No one wants a happy ending, because it's just that... an ending.

You need conflict to be interesting. To have a purpose. To have something to chatter about over brunch, sipping tea, reading papers in an airport lounge. You resolve, and you become dull. Your purpose for moving forward ceases, and you're trapped between planes, wondering where to next.

Of course, we need conflict to such an extent, even when we don't have one, we manage to create on quickly when the need arises. Some of us cheat on girlfriends. Some of us rob banks. Some of us punch a priest in the face.

@ 10:39:56 AM By Brad R

For the full 2000 year, EB's server sent out 69 gigabytes.

@ 10:46:27 AM By Brad R

I was waiting for the past few days for the new Dreamcast magazine, waiting for the new demo disk to see who knows what new demos they'll toss at me. It came today, with a letter enclosed on the back detailing how they are no longer going to be including a GD-ROM with each issue.

I swore out loud. Fuckers!

@ 2:55:30 PM By Brad R

Dad: It's strange that you try to protect me from the very thing that you are. I mean, really, isn't it funny? The evil of all evils trying to protect its offspring from someone who isn't evil at all! Paranoia, I guess. Perhaps fear of getting what you deserve?

@ 4:24:33 PM By Brad R

I've never seen such a well designed manila site. Maybe because I've never looked, but never-the-less. Damn, that is nice.

@ 10:04:51 PM By Brad R

Oh, and a note to the below link: Most people rant horribly. A few people rant well. I wouldn't be so bold as to say I rant well, but who knows, ask around.

@ 10:08:29 PM By Brad R

Thursday, January 25, 2001

Listening to Eve's Plum. Colleen/Vitamin C's grunge-pop band. Kinda, uh, nifty. Not something to continually listen to, though. Eh.

@ 2:43:10 AM By Brad R

Plastic sheep. Electric monk.

@ 3:33:43 AM By Brad R

Yes, I slept for fifteen hours. Yes, I swear I didn't mean to.

@ 6:22:29 PM By Brad R

Wow, uh, damn. I have to honestly say I'm touched, more so than I've ever been. That's really, uh, grand. Shit, I just said "grand," what kind of fuck up am I? Hahaha.

Or, better yet, as someone else put it: "Dude, that's so fucking cool."

@ 6:35:47 PM By Brad R

I woke up in a half daze, earlier this morning, to Zoe jumping rabidly at the side of my bed trying to get up. I told her to stop, and she wouldn't. So, I threw a hand over the bed and lifted her up, barely. She got her footing, spun around, and lunged at my face. She bit my nose. Hard. I said, "Ow, fuck, you bit my nose... Damn, dog, don't bite my nose." And tossed her under the sheets where she curled up and slept.

I looked in the mirror just now, to see my nose caked with blood. I didn't notice it an hour earlier. I picked off the dried blood, and what little of a scab was there, thinking it was probably just a badly busted zit that I didn't know about, only to find an inch long cut down the side of my nose.

Goddamn dog cut my nose open with her teeth. Ick.

@ 7:13:02 PM By Brad R

There, reformatted Extended and posted them. I can't even remember writing half that stuff. Don't know how I did, because I don't think I could write like that now. Oh, well, enjoy you people who weren't around when it was originally up. Gotta work on different archives now.

@ 7:59:10 PM By Brad R

Diary archives. A glimpse of myself I've never been able to get back. Sadly, I wrote a bit like it for Chemfet, (Chemfet archives are next), but still, for some reason I've never been able to write so personally again.

I have a tendency where the first time I write is how I write for that page no matter what. I started Effervescent Stuyvesant with a very open and personal tone, and it stuck, so, that's what you get.

@ 8:18:01 PM By Stuy Parker

Design isn't about graphics. Design is about style.

@ 8:58:37 PM By Brad R

My new sticks billow fine, love. Just yours sucked.

Maybe it was the transportation.

@ 9:35:14 PM By Brad R

Wednesday, January 24, 2001

I left SB2. Don't bother contacting me about it to bitch at me, or anything, because I wont hesitate to block you, unless you happen to be someone I talked to before hand. Thank you.

@ 12:07:37 AM By Brad R

Ted Nugent on Conan, playing guitar! Kick ass, I love Ted Nugent. Which is strange, because I hate mostly every other famous guitarist in the world except for Eric Clapton, (And Ted Nugent).Oh well.

@ 12:43:16 AM By Brad R

It's times like these that make everything seem less exuberant than it really is. The lights in this room, 48 hours ago, ever so bright, now seem like dim hanging lamps, swaying back and forth over my head. The swaying is haunting, as always, but not because it moves the shadows.

@ 1:37:55 AM By Brad R

Heh.

@ 2:21:28 AM By Brad R

Why is the world telling me to read The Fountainhead. The. Entire. World. I swear to you. Nyx sends it to me. I feel anxious to read it. Heather says it's a good book. The book itself says it's a good book. Fuck, now The Perks of Being a Wallflower is telling me to read it. And today, the amazing urge to finish Perks came over me so I could read The Fountainhead. Argh.

@ 4:45:08 AM By Brad R

Perks. I wish I could cry.

@ 5:57:31 AM By Brad R

It's raining. Suddenly.

@ 6:38:50 AM By Brad R

Kim hooked me up with about twelve tons of incense... Five differnet versions of normal small sticks, and then two packages of these huge ass double size incense sticks. Pretty nice, if I say so myself. Helpful when you need to get rid of that Boy B.O. and Male Guniea Pig stinch. Ewick. Thanks, Kim.

Now, where there fuck is Nyx? Ah! She just signed on, cool, ok, now I'm happy.

@ 11:01:27 PM By Brad R

Differnet? What am I saying?

@ 11:21:04 PM By Brad R

Monday, January 22, 2001

Everytime I watch the scene in Fightclub where Narrator beats the crap out of Angelface, it gets worse and worse. I can barely watch it now, and even if I stop myself from turning my head away, I wince with every blow. Ugh, it's horrid stuff, but they did what they wanted to brilliantly. Makes me squirm.

@ 2:30:41 AM By Brad R

It's funny how Mark still feels the urge to try to be something he isn't. In this case, these words (or descriptive phrases) can be used interchangably: Genius. Artist. Original. Someone Who Has Talent.

@ 3:43:45 AM By Brad R

Boy oh boy. When I said I was blogging on SurvivorBlog like I used to blog on EB. I wasn't kidding. Ernie just had to put me against a bunch of lame asses, didn't he? Hahaha. I mean, goddamn! On the opposing team you have Super Self-Important Geekboy, and Slit-for-a-mouth Jackass. Sure, my names for them aren't all that creative, but I'm rusty!

Lame pieces of shit. Yeah yeah, come on, insult me, I dare you.

@ 5:43:25 PM By Brad R

"I got up at half past / Four fourty-four robbers around my door / Fourty-four and maybe more / What the hell they want me for? / Stubbly faces & gap-toothed grins / Ain't no way I'm lettin' them in no way / You can't come in / Fourty-four robbers stinkin' of gin uh huh / I ain't lettin' you in I'll hit you with a rolling pin / So small can't hurt a fly / Get in my way and I'll sure as hell / Try to kick your butt down the block / Can't wait yellin' for the cops."

@ 6:15:28 PM By Brad R

Sunday, January 21, 2001

No, no, Peter. I beat you to first post. ;)

@ 12:05:40 AM By Brad R